Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling; I'm never going to be her; these characters
don't belong to me
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction – I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them – yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
Sorry I took so long for this chapter – the next may take a while as well, because it's back to school. (Arghh!)
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"I think we've been here before," Lily declared, standing still in the middle of the corridor. "I remember that painting."
Alexia and Bethany also stopped. "I agree," Bethany replied. "And I also happen to think that we're hopelessly lost."
"She's got a point there," Lily agreed, nodding her head.
A squeal was heard from down the corridor, and they looked up to see a Gryffindor fourth year being chased down the corridor. She stopped when she saw the three lost girls, and held out her hand to stop the tall boy chasing her – another Gryffindor.
"Are you lost?" The blonde girl asked, while the boy tried to sneak an arm around her waist. She slapped it away.
"Uh, yeah," Lily replied. "We're looking for the trophy room – do you know where that is?"
There was a snigger from the boy. "Oh yeah, we know where that it alright!" He shut up when the girl elbowed him in the ribs – hard.
"End of the corridor, turn left, up the stairs and seventh door on your right," she told them, flashing them a brilliant smile
"Okay, thanks," Lily replied, and she and her friends turned to leave.
"That was lucky," Alexia remarked.
"Yup," Bethany agreed. "So, seventh door to the right. One, two..."
Bethany was able to count, and the girl's directions had been spot on, allowing them to find the trophy room without any further complications.
"Wow," Lily exclaimed, as they stepped into the room of gold and silver. There were cups, and trophies, and plaques, and medals everywhere they looked. She saw the Quidditch cup glistening – red and gold ribbons tied around the handles in honour of the house that had won it the previous year. The house cup was next to it, and it too was similarly decorated in the same colours.
"Here's a list of head boys and girls," Bethany announced, making her way over to where large slabs of wood were on the wall, hundreds of small names engraved on it. "2002/03 – Harry Potter, Gryffindor, and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor. They *were* both at school together."
"Uh hu," Lily replied, distracted as she searched for her father's special award for service to the school – or whatever it was. Ah, here it was, hidden behind one of her mother's awards for winning an international witchcraft and wizardry competition or something. Lily had never bothered to keep up with all her mother's academic achievements, and only hoped that none of her teachers expected *her* to be the next Hermione Granger. She was more interested in proving her worth on the Quidditch pitch.
"What's that?" Alexia asked, sticking her head over Lily's shoulder. "Special awards for services to the school presented to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Wonder what they did to get them?"
**Nothing much – only saved Hogwarts from the Heir of Slytherin** Lily thought to herself. Her father had regaled her with tales of his school days ever since she could remember, despite her mother's protests that they'd give her nightmares. On some nights, she had proven her mother's point, but generally she had found them exiting, and longed for more.
"I don't know," she lied. "But we'll probably find out in our Defence Against the Dark Art's lessons soon."
"It's probably in "Hogwarts: A History," Alexia suggested, and Lily resisted the urge to scream. Her father had often told her about her mother's obsession with that book when they had been younger; always running to it to look something up.
"Shucks, and I left my copy at home," Lily muttered sarcastically. Glancing at her watch, she visibly paled.
"Uh, guys? Have you seen the time?" she asked. "We're gonna be late for McGonagall's lesson, and I really don't want to do that."
"Me neither," Bethany declared. "Any idea where to go?"
"I've got a rough idea from the Great Hall," Alexia told them. "The Head Boy pointed it out to me yesterday."
"Great. Now all we need to do is find our way to the Great Hall," Bethany replied.
"Easier said than done," Lily declared, following her friends out of the door.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction – I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them – yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
Sorry I took so long for this chapter – the next may take a while as well, because it's back to school. (Arghh!)
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"I think we've been here before," Lily declared, standing still in the middle of the corridor. "I remember that painting."
Alexia and Bethany also stopped. "I agree," Bethany replied. "And I also happen to think that we're hopelessly lost."
"She's got a point there," Lily agreed, nodding her head.
A squeal was heard from down the corridor, and they looked up to see a Gryffindor fourth year being chased down the corridor. She stopped when she saw the three lost girls, and held out her hand to stop the tall boy chasing her – another Gryffindor.
"Are you lost?" The blonde girl asked, while the boy tried to sneak an arm around her waist. She slapped it away.
"Uh, yeah," Lily replied. "We're looking for the trophy room – do you know where that is?"
There was a snigger from the boy. "Oh yeah, we know where that it alright!" He shut up when the girl elbowed him in the ribs – hard.
"End of the corridor, turn left, up the stairs and seventh door on your right," she told them, flashing them a brilliant smile
"Okay, thanks," Lily replied, and she and her friends turned to leave.
"That was lucky," Alexia remarked.
"Yup," Bethany agreed. "So, seventh door to the right. One, two..."
Bethany was able to count, and the girl's directions had been spot on, allowing them to find the trophy room without any further complications.
"Wow," Lily exclaimed, as they stepped into the room of gold and silver. There were cups, and trophies, and plaques, and medals everywhere they looked. She saw the Quidditch cup glistening – red and gold ribbons tied around the handles in honour of the house that had won it the previous year. The house cup was next to it, and it too was similarly decorated in the same colours.
"Here's a list of head boys and girls," Bethany announced, making her way over to where large slabs of wood were on the wall, hundreds of small names engraved on it. "2002/03 – Harry Potter, Gryffindor, and Hermione Granger, Gryffindor. They *were* both at school together."
"Uh hu," Lily replied, distracted as she searched for her father's special award for service to the school – or whatever it was. Ah, here it was, hidden behind one of her mother's awards for winning an international witchcraft and wizardry competition or something. Lily had never bothered to keep up with all her mother's academic achievements, and only hoped that none of her teachers expected *her* to be the next Hermione Granger. She was more interested in proving her worth on the Quidditch pitch.
"What's that?" Alexia asked, sticking her head over Lily's shoulder. "Special awards for services to the school presented to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Wonder what they did to get them?"
**Nothing much – only saved Hogwarts from the Heir of Slytherin** Lily thought to herself. Her father had regaled her with tales of his school days ever since she could remember, despite her mother's protests that they'd give her nightmares. On some nights, she had proven her mother's point, but generally she had found them exiting, and longed for more.
"I don't know," she lied. "But we'll probably find out in our Defence Against the Dark Art's lessons soon."
"It's probably in "Hogwarts: A History," Alexia suggested, and Lily resisted the urge to scream. Her father had often told her about her mother's obsession with that book when they had been younger; always running to it to look something up.
"Shucks, and I left my copy at home," Lily muttered sarcastically. Glancing at her watch, she visibly paled.
"Uh, guys? Have you seen the time?" she asked. "We're gonna be late for McGonagall's lesson, and I really don't want to do that."
"Me neither," Bethany declared. "Any idea where to go?"
"I've got a rough idea from the Great Hall," Alexia told them. "The Head Boy pointed it out to me yesterday."
"Great. Now all we need to do is find our way to the Great Hall," Bethany replied.
"Easier said than done," Lily declared, following her friends out of the door.
